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nostrils flared, his chest heaving as his eyes roamed over me. “Who are you to Cameron Fletcher?” “How do you know my dad?” “You’re his daughter?” The question, filled with so much disgust, felt like a slap to my face. “Yes. You know him?” “No. But I know of him. I have to go.” “Why?” “I have more to do tonight.” His lips were smeared from kissing my neck, his dark hair fell over his forehead, his blue eyes wild now. “Can’t it wait?” “No.” He swung back on the bike and was about to turn it on when I ran over. “Rook.” He already had his helmet on, but he turned to look at me. I went over, pushing the visor up, and his eyes narrowed. “Why are you running away now? How do you know my dad?” “I’m not running away. I have shit to do. Do you think I can play games with you all night? And I don’t know your dad, but I know how much money he has. Stay the fuck away from me, Regan.
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